The orc Feza stood guard for Lord Karug today, and his duty was very simple, standing at the door and not letting anyone in. In order to appear strong, he deliberately wore a slightly smaller iron shell armor to cause a feeling of muscle tension. But the armor tickled all over his body - or was it caused by bed bugs?

When Siegel entered the wooden house of the witch sacrifice, the orc Fezza was still worried about the itching. When he saw someone entering, he quickly stopped writhing and straightened up, like a clown trying to become majestic. "The witch priest has an order, and no one should disturb him when casting spells. ”

"Are you kidding?" said Siegel as he stood in front of the orc, his heavy mask barely obscuring his piercing eyes. "The Witch Priest wants to see me, but won't let me in? ”

"Lord Witch doesn't want anyone to disturb you. Feza's tongue trembled, and it was not easy to finish the sentence. He only felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, trembling with fear, and he didn't feel the itch anymore.

Lin Ke once said that the most dangerous character in the entire orc society is the witch sacrifice. Those witch priests who have mastered the ability to cast spells, no one knows how far they can go. Unlike orc generals, they can only fight and kill. Witch sacrifices are much more cunning than they are, and their methods are more diverse. Rinko said, "Siegel, we don't know what one witch priest will do when facing another, but luckily witch priests rarely see each other. But if you do, you're blessed. ”

Siegel looked at the orc guards, and if they were to face each other, the guy wouldn't last more than three breaths. But as soon as he came to the town, he slaughtered the local witch guards, how could he get it in the next few days? But then again, if Karuger's dismount was allowed to succeed like this, there would be no deterrent effect in the next few days, so how could he get information? So he approached the orc, almost chest-to-chest, and whispered in his ear, "Lord Witch doesn't want anyone to disturb you, but you won't reach out to stop me, will you?"

Fezza's whole body stiffened, and in that moment, it was as if he heard the sound of countless poisonous snakes spitting letters. As a child, he once strayed into the burrow of the snow snake, and was bitten half to death by an enraged snake. From then on, his body could not be as robust as that of orcs of the same age, so the snake was the most terrifying creature for him. Siegel used the curse of fear in blood magic, and the orc's blood was directly triggered by the memory of the poisonous snake at that time: Feza's body quickly produced anti-venom elements, his heart beat faster, and he sweated profusely—these things had saved his life under the snake's venom in the past, but now he was deepening his sense of fear.

Seeing that the spell was working, Siegel strode past the orcs and into the house of the Karug Witch Priest. When the door closed, Fezza collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth. His shrunken armor nearly strangled it.

The houses of the witch priests are all similarly furnished, with apothecaries, storage cabinets, braziers, and beds, all for the purpose of casting spells and preparing potions. Karug's house was larger, and there were more treasures inside. Seeing Siegel come in, the witch priest who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground stopped the spell he was casting and stood up. "It's you!" the witch's tone was half elated, half disgusted. Siegel didn't know how such feelings were concocted, and it could only be attributed to the strangeness of the orc's nature.

"What are you doing here?" Karug looked at him with a pair of tiny turquoise eyes. The pupils of these eyes were small, almost constricted to a tiny dot, like a snake.

Naturally, Siegel doesn't go back to "you made me here", this time he seems stupid. "I'm here on a mission, of course, but it's none of your business. Siegel thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be better to be hypocritical. "This is a test for me, don't interfere, don't damage my reward after victory. ”

"Bacon Town belongs to General Kaka, and I am his witch sacrifice. ”

Siegel shook his head and said, "You belong to the orc gods, not an ordinary person. ”

"Hmph, masked man, don't fiddle with your tongue. "A town of a thousand commanders can have only one spokesperson for the gods, and this is one of the oldest rules of witch worship. If you are not invited, you will not be allowed to enter the area of another festival. ”

"Hmph, of course, I didn't break the rules. Siegel reacted-for-tat and immediately said, "Peel Kaka invited the head of the town to come to Bacon Town, so I can come." You invited me to your house again, and that's why I'm here. What, do you want to start a fight?"

With that, he uses blood magic techniques to turn his eyes red, shooting a terrifying glow from behind his mask, and he summons the element of fire to heat the poison hemlock and mandala hidden in his pocket. A sweet smell emanated from him, as if he were using a toxin spell.

Karug didn't expect the Mask Witch Priest to dare to do it, and after smelling the smell, he thought he had been poisoned, so he hurriedly took a step back and used the magic to expel the poison to treat himself. The spell naturally had no effect, it only made his nose feel better, and he couldn't smell the sweet smell in the air. "Stop! The witch priest said sharply: "You have no rules at all, and you dare to cast a spell on my home turf." Say, how did you do that, and why were you able to bypass my spell protection?"

And spell protection?Siegel was shocked, but the mask completely obscured the subtle changes in his expression, and the witch priest couldn't see it at all. Fortunately, I didn't really use offensive spells, otherwise I would have been blocked by the unknown spell protection around me, and instead exposed all the hole cards, which is a good situation now. Siegel thought to himself that if it could play a certain deterrent role, it would achieve its goal.

"Because what I did was right and pleased my God. Siegel replied, "If you are as religious as I am, and listen carefully to instructions, then you will know what to do." ”

Siegel saw the gaze in Karug's eyes change, revealing doubt, hesitation, and horror at the moment. What is he afraid of? It's not normal. Siegel looked around silently from behind the mask, looking for the difference between this place and the furnishings of the witch festival house in Boulder Village. As you would see when you first entered the house, there was a lot of clutter and quantity, and Siegel needed to be very attentive to see it carefully and remember it well. This concentration gave him a silent majesty that made the witch sacrifice even more incomprehensible.

Few things could escape Siegel's black eyes, and he found a bag of spellcasting materials, the mouth of which was still open, right next to the place where the witch priest had stopped casting and stood up. If you look closely, you can see that the thumb and forefinger of the orc witch priest are very clean, but the ring and little fingers are still stained with the powder of the casting material. Siegel had never heard of anyone other than a mage using a spellcasting material bag. In particular, in order to be able to target spells with the other three fingers that are more flexible, the caster's training to use the ring finger and little finger to retrieve the casting materials from the bag is a unique skill for the mage. The curses and healing powers of the Orc Witch Sacrifice come from their race's god line, and like the priests of the temple, they basically don't have to aim to cast spells, and they don't exercise their ring and little fingers. Siegel was skeptical, but completely unmoved. If he is a witch priest, he will investigate the real situation of the person opposite for the benefit of the orcs. But he's just a human mage, and the more chaotic the orcs, the better, so what does it have to do with him?

"Karug, you asked me to come here, as a sign of respect for the local witch festival. But you're asking me why I'm here?" Siegel straightened up. He's already taller, and his recent adventures have made him a little taller, so he can now look at the witch sacrifice from a high position. He has gradually seized the initiative. "My time is limited, and my task is urgent. Don't waste time, say something quickly. ”

Karug bowed slightly, avoiding Siegel's gaze. "When I was younger, I was looking for faith in the wilderness and once saw a pack of wolves. The head wolf is strong, and his siblings are very obedient, so they always have enough food to feed the whole pack. "But once, a hungry bear attacked the wolves' den while the wolves were out, and killed the cubs and the pregnant she-wolf, and the wolves fell apart and disappeared in the wasteland. What's the use of a wolf who can't even take care of his own wolf den?"

Siegel frowned, and said according to his meaning, "You are the wolf guarding the nest? But I am not a hungry bear, I am an eagle in the sky." My eyes are not in the wolf's den, but at the end of the earth. If my shadow scares you, it's just a brief meeting between you and me. I won't stop at you. But if the wolf keeps barking in the air, the eagle will not show mercy. ”

"Very good, it seems that a consensus can be reached. Karug nodded and said, "The eagle is in the wolf's den, don't stretch out your talons." There are plenty of bear traps here, so don't get caught in your wings. ”

Siegel understood that what the witch priest was talking about might be some kind of magical protection. The Big Three of the Mage Federation have also said that the power of the witch sacrifice is more inclined to area coverage and strengthening, and they will be sensitive to various spell effects in their own area. Maybe some witch festivals can set up enchantments for targeted counterattacks. Siegel nodded, deciding that there was no need to say anything more, and turned to leave.

Karug let out a sigh of relief as he watched Siegel leave. At this time, his eyes turned one green and one red, and the veins in his head bulged, as if something was wriggling in them, arching his scalp into small packets. Feiza, who was guarding the door, watched all this in horror, and he thought that there was a fight between the two witch priests, and that some kind of curse was at work. Karug didn't want his state to be seen by others, so he reached out and stroked the orc's forehead, and said the words: "The red vortex, reorganize his memory, change his fate, and use it for me." The spell worked, and a black line rose from Fezza's head, rising like smoke, and then stagnant and condensed in the air like a black cloud. Karug continued to chant the incantation, and the black clouds rolled and burst into purple-red lightning before retracting into the orc guard's mind. Fezza was no longer frightened, he only remembered that the two witches had a friendly conversation, and he didn't know anything else.